Laying beneath the shards of what was once my heart. I try to pick up the pieces but they only break more than before. Haunting is the sound that were once the words that can no longer escape my mouth. Words that I can no longer utter for fear that they will destroy everything I hold dear. Incomplete are the thoughts in my mind. Fragmented are the remains of what was once my dreams. Foresaken is the life I once ahd. And dying are waht remains of the shards of my broken heart.
